Stormwind God

"Hahaha!" Duke showed his admiration as Uther finally entered the orc formation.

No, it's not so much appreciation, it's better a kind of longing for legendary heroes.

Duke was actually a little apologetic, because he snatched a lot of limelight from Uther's Twelve Saints. Of course, for a traveler, this apology is probably a small spoonful.

The sky of the scorching canyon is always accumulating with thick clouds and smoke, casting a thick shadow and blood on everything below.

But now, the middle of the clouds gradually spread, and a pure light fell directly. When Uther broke into the Horde army, the Paladin seemed to turn into a pure holy light, terrifying and terrifying. At least one orc warrior can be disassembled into parts as a whole.

You know, this is a combo made in the high-speed gallop of the Holy Light War Horse. From the perspective of others, he is waving an arc of countless golden lights, and then the area around him is clean.

As long as the other Paladins were within 30 meters of Uther, the light of Uther also pervaded them. From the beginning of the war to the present, the silver hand has expanded more than in history.

This was thanks to Duke's encouragement to Lothar's full support, and these Paladins also played a mainstay role in the various legions.

They saw that Uther dared to charge more than 200,000 tribes with only twelve people. They were stunned, dazzled by this courage.

There are more Paladins eager to join this terrible charge, but Uther's Paladin team is too fast. Twelve Paladins rushed into the war group, and their warhammers, axes, and swords burst out of their faith. There are even soldiers who are trapped in the orcs' sea to form a round array, and automatically disperse their positions to give their warhorses more room to sprint.

"No! Come back! Leave that handful of troops alone! Continue the charge!" Orgrim shouted.

Uther didn't hit Orgrim directly. Once they fought, it would not be a ten-minute battle. What the Alliance needed was to curb the wave of tribal offensives. The best way to achieve this was to disrupt the tribal formations, so Uther chose to overwhelm the Orgrim semi-guards, and then flourished.

Unfortunately, many orcs were provoked, and they turned around and ran towards the glittering paladins of their new enemy.

For the first time since the war, the tribe has maintained a consistent torrent, and chaos has occurred.

The battle for the Twelve Paladins continued.

They had forgotten how many orcs' blood had been stained on their weapons. Gavenlad would like to count it so that he can brag about others later, but unfortunately he gave up after counting to fifty.

It was a brutal battle, with brutality facing the frenzy, shiny chain mail facing wild tattoos and piercings.

The orcs were extremely strong, rude and crazy, and ignored their pain; but the Paladins struck back with the wrath of righteousness and the full Holy Light.

In the face of the glorious light like the burning sun, countless orcs lost in one round, and the price of failure was their life and glory.

Just then, Duke, who had lost his combat power, suddenly whispered, "Sure enough ... it's not enough!"

"Not enough? What's not enough?" Windysa asked.

No need for Duke to answer, while Alleria shoots an orc with a long arrow, he answers: "The alliance is not enough to come back!"

Alleria is right. Although most of the orcs attacking the right wing of the Alliance kneel, the overall number of orcs occupies an absolute advantage.

Coupled with the physical differences between humans and orcs, in this melee, it is only a matter of time before human beings are slaughtered. The human core as the main force is defeated, so the remaining dwarves and high elves cannot please.

Suddenly, Duke turned back suddenly, because more than just him, many people saw the dragon form of Alexstrasza flying away from the battlefield. At the same time, Baron Gatton, who was also the same size, was slowly submerging into the Searing Canyon Among The Lava Rivers.

Obviously, evenly matched sides dispelled the idea of ​​starting a war.

For some reason, Duke thought of walking through a series of fighting maps commonly used in the former QQ group.

"Hello? Something is up!"

"Place, see you."

"Bring a machete and stick."

"Come on."

"Uh ... it seems the two sides reached an agreement."

That's right! It's so funny.

Hundreds of thousands of mortals are killed and killed, but the extraordinary existence that caused great distress to both sides of the war is like walking in the garden, leaving a mess for the alliance and the tribe.

Alexstrass's magical messenger also arrived at this time: "Duke, I am letting that element of fire back. What I want to say is ... didn't help, sorry ..."

Even so, Duke would like to thank the Red Dragon Queen: "No, I should say that the person who thanked me was me. At least I don't have to worry about mana recovering a little and hitting [mana burning]."

"Next time, as long as I don't violate the iron laws of the Red Dragon Army, I will always be on call." This is a very heavy commitment for a powerful being above the world.

"Well, there will be a chance." There was a mysterious upturn in the corner of Duke's mouth.

Looking back on the battlefield, although the Paladins were still racing forward, and they would never stop immediately after the move, but they were gradually surrounded by hundreds of times orcs, and maybe their only end was to destroy one Another orc until the end himself fell down.

Far behind the Twelve Paladins, the Alliance and Horde armies are still fighting for life and death on this scorched land.

The sound of shocking sky still swept the ear drums of every alliance commander.

At home, the league has not completely collapsed.

A red border on a white background, the flag with the crimson emblem is still struggling in the green ocean.

It was the Scarlet Crusade of Mograine and Abedis, and the first strong army in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

It has participated in the First South China Sea War, Silver Pine Forest War, Lordaeron Defence War, and Ironforge Liberation War. From north to south, its glorious legend spreads throughout the eastern kingdom.

He is also the greatest confidence and support of King Terenas. Even if the terrible face of Terenas is unhappy, the kings of any country have to admit that this is an army formed by the most formidable knight spirit.

Full of glory, tenacity and never retreating.

But this legion has now shrunk from 30,000 before the war to less than 8,000, and almost everyone is injured. (To be continued.)